My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn’t write and in the songs I didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
(via eletheowl)
We’re friends, real friends. And that means no matter how long it takes, when you finally do decide to look back, I’ll still be here.
Grey’s Anatomy (via eletheowl)
It’s amazing, after all we’ve been through, the good times and the bad, how we can walk by each other and pretend it never happened, give each other a polite little awkward smile, and then go our separate ways.
(via eletheowl)
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
by: I wrote this for you (via quote-book) (via midnightlunacy) (via midnightsnacks)
As hard as it was to move on, I think I’m finally okay with how we are and at some point, we both wish we didn’t ignore each other like that. I’ll be forgiving you, just like you were forgiving me. People make mistakes, second chances are okay. It’s like a weight has just been lifted, I can finally breathe and not worry about what he will say, or when he would’ve finally stopped ignoring me. Because now I no longer care.. he doesn’t concern me. I just wonder if he’ll come back to me, wishing he would’ve never screwed things up. I just hope our friendship can have another chance, but if this is the way it was meant to be, then I’m honestly okay.
(via eletheowl)